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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
The Move,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.