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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.