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 Georgia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Yaz,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.