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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.