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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.