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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.