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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Qualms 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Visage,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.