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 Angola 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Japan,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.