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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.