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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.