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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.