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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.