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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Can,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.