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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Scion,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.