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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.