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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Index,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.