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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.