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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.