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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.