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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Deakin,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.