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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.