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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Faust,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.