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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.