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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.