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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
the Swans,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.