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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
PIL,
UT,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.