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 Libya 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Gong,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.