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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.