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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.