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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Nico,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.