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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.