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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.