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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Franke,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.