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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.