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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.