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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.