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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.