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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.