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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reagan Youth 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.