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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.