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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Nico,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.