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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.