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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.