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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.