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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.