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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.