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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.