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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.