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 Ghana 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango 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?
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.