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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Can,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.