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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.