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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.