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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.