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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Scion,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.