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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 guitar 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.