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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Cluster,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.