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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.