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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.