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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.