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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.