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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.