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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.