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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.