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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Marc Almond 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Monolake,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
X-101,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.