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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.