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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.