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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Japan,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.