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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Magazine,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.