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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.