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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.