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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.