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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.