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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.