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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.