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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Gong,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.