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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.