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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.