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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
The Doors,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.