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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.