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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.