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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.