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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.