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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.