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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.