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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.