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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.