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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
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.