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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.