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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.