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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.