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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.