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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.