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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.