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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Visage,
ABBA,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.