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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.