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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.