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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.