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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wings to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.