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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.