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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.