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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.