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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
the Association,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.