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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.