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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
X-102,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.