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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.