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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.