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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.