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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.