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 Tuvalu 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.