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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.