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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.