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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.