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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.