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 St Lucia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.