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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.