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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.