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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Happenings to the dance 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.