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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.