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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.