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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
X-101,
Swans,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.