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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.