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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.