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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q65 to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.