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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
the Slits,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.