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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.