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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.