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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.