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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Mars,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.