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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.