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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.