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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 Houston and New York.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.