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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Television,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.