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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.