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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.