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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Trumans Water 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.