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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.