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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.