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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ituana,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.