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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.