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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.