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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Scientists,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.