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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.