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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
AZ,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.