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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.