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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.