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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.