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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Television,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.