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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
X-102,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Television,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.