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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Franke,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.