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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.