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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.