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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Darondo,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.