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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.