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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
MC5,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.