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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.