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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s 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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.