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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.