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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.