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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Move,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
The Names,
10cc,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.