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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
X-101,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.