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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Ossler,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.