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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Wings,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.