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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.