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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.