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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Nico,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.