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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Magma,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.