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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.