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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.