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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.