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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
PIL,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.