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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.