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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.