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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.