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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.