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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.