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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.