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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.