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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
X-101,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.