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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.