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 Korea North 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Swans,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.