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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.