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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.