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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Q65,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.