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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.