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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.