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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.