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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.