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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.