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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.