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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Can,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.