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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.