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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Hoover,
10cc,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.