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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
the Association,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.