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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Index,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Fear,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.