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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Five Americans to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.