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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.