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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Neu!,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.