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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.