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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.