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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.