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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.