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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.