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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deakin to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.