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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.