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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Moebius,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.