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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.