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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.