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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
UT,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
New Order,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.