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 Guyana 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.