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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.