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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.