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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.