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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.