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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Sparks,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.