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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.