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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Rakim,
The Litter,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.