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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Stooges to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.