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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.