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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
JFA,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.