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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.