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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Faust,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.