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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.