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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.