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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.