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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.