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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
CMW,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.