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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.