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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.