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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.