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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.