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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.