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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
The Move,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.