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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.