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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.