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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.