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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.