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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.