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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.