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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.