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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.