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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
This Heat,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.