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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.