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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.