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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.