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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Swans,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.