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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.