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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.