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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
EPMD,
Japan,
the Normal,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.