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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.