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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
PIL,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.