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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.