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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.