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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.