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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.