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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.