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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.