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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.