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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.