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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.