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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Mars,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.