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 Belarus 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
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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.