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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.