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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.