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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.