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 Senegal 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.