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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.