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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.