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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Zapp to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.