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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Wings,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.