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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
The Associates,
June Days,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Kayak,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.