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 Dominica 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.