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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.