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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.