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 Morocco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.