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 Nicaragua 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.