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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.