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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.