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 Sri Lanka 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
The Standells,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.