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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.