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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.