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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
New Order,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.