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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.