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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.