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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.