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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.