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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.