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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.