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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.