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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.