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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.