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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.