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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Skriet,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Magma,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.