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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.