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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.