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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Swans,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.