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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
cv313,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.