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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.