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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Smog,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.