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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.