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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.