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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Television,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.