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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.