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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.