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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Liliput,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.