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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.