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 India and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.