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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.