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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.