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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
The Human League,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.