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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Mandrill,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.