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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.