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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.