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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.