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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.