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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.