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 Maldives 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.