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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.