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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.