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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gun Club to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.