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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
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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.