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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Brick,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.