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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.