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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.