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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
PIL,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.