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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Moebius,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.