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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
DNA,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.