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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.