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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.