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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Amazonics 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.