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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.