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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.