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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.