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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Brick,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.