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 Georgia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Swans,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.