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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.