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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.