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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.