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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.