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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.