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 India and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.