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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.