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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.