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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Main Source,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.