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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.