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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.