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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.