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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.