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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.