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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.