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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.