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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Cameo,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.