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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.