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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.