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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
The Names,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.