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 France and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.