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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.