Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.