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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.