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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.