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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.