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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.