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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Nas,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.