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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.