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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.