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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.