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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.