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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.