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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.