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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Black Dice to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.