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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.