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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
the Association,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.