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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Human League to the techno 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.