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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.