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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.