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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.