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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Can,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.