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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.