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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.