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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Can,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.