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 New Zealand and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.