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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Mars,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.