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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.