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 Barbados 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of 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.