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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Technova,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.