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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.