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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.