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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Smog,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.