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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.