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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.