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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
UT,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.