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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.