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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.