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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.