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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.