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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.