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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Pylon,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.