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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Television,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.