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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.