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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 MDC to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.