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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.