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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
CMW,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.