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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.