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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.