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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.