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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Jandek,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.