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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.