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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Television,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.