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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Nas,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.