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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.