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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.