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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.