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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.