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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Cluster,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.