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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive 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?
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.