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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
X-101,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.