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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.