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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.