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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.