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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.