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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Fear,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.