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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.