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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.