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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.