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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.