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 United States and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.