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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.