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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.