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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.