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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Visage,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.