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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.