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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.