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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Japan,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.