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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.