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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.