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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.