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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.