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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Ludus,
UT,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.