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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.