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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Index,
Can,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.