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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.