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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Move,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
The Names,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.