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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.