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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Model 500,
The Names,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Television,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.