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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.