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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jawbox to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.