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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.