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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
the Association,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.