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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.