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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.