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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.