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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.