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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.