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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.