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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.