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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.