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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.