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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.