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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.