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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.