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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.