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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.