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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.