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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Skarface,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.