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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys 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?
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.