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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.