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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.