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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.