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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.