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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.