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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Hardrive 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.