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 Ghana and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Brick,
PIL,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.