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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.