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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Skarface,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.