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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.