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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Moebius,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.