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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.