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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.