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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Technova,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.