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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.