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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.