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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Suicide,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.