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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.