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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.