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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.