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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.