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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Mars,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.