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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.