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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Jandek,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.