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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.