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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.