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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.