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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Q65,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.