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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Zapp,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.