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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.