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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.