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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.