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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.