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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Television,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.