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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.