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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.