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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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.