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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.