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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.