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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.