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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.