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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.