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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
CMW,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.