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 Libya 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.