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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
New Order,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.