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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Swans,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.