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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.