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 United States and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Zapp,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Television,
Cymande,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.